Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-08-14
YES, HE DID.

built, intellectual looking man of 80. He
was head salesman In a large Broadway
publishing house. As he stood in the
store one morning, leaning against an &C.
tayo wonderfully heap-for-this-greates
Notwithstanding edition Of Dickens,
he held in his hand the following note,
and wore on his face a look of the deepest
perplexity:
wHEN's WHM. May 10. 1884.
DEAR MR. vELLrN: Papa has at last consented
20 your calling. He Is very eccentric, however,
and insists that when you do call all your cloth
ing shall be entirely Of silk fabrics. ! hope you
understand. In fact, be will not receive you IL
sou do not comply. Think you had better come
up on Saturday afternoon and call In the even.
tng, as perhaps We can spend Sunday together.
Sincerely yours, SYMMETRY WHEN.
OF silk fabricsl What in the name of
nonsense had silk fabrics to do with the
girl he lovedt For he loved Symmetry
When, did Mr.. Vellum. He had loved
her from the time he first met her that
winter at a fat literary reception. This
means either a literary reception in a fiat
or something else, as the taste of the Wis
1fors may prefer.
Mr.. yellum had for several years been
ready and wiling to commit matrimony.
He had saved and inherited a comfortable
amount of mUney and had been, like many
men, resting quiescent in the hands OF
fate. Fate had been somewhat dilatory,
bit when size nudged Mr.. Vellum's upper
vest pocket with one hand and pointed the
index finger Of the other hand at Symme-
try When, Mr.. Vellum knew instantly
that the waited for visitant had come at
last. Miss When was a large, round,
blue eyed, merry mouthed and tender
hearted girl Of 10, with those dreams I'M
dreamed in her look and in her sympathy
that are so beautiful in themselves and so
enslaving TO the manly heart. She lived
in some small spot on the map Of Con-
necticut, and had a queer old father, Vel
lum heard, but for these he cared little.
He was devoted TO her and AS constantly
with her as circumstances permitted dur
ing the whole of her visit. He would
have proposed TO her outright but for the
fact that he never had met her father,
that-to him-very important obstacle.
Mr.. Unity When.
Unity When was a character. His house
was a richly furnished but quaint and
rambling one story building, which had
been nicknamed When's Whim by the
countryside, a name whose eternal fitness
made it stick and stay. He was a Wild
over Of as many years loneliness as SYM
metry's age. He had two absorbing pas
sions. One was Symmetry and the other
was electricity, but which stood first IN
his affection nobody could tell. II SYM
metry was his daughter, electricity was
his hobby. II the former was an adora.
ton, the latter was a mania. Symmetry
herself could not have told which interest
wa paramount, and il it was beyond her
ability il was beyond that Of anybody. for
outside Of her he rarely spoke to a soul.
He was a LITTLE, thin old man. with long
white hair and eyes as sharp as a rats.
He looked like Sindbad's friend. He was
rich, deeply versed in his favorite study.
and suspicious Of everything else under
the sun except his daughter.
When she came home from New York
and timidly limited that there was another
man in the world besides her father. he
repressed his natural Indignation like a
self restraining Nesuvius. or rather .ftna.
When she dared suggest, however. that
that other man might call at the house
Etna erupted with a roar and Symmetry
was buried In the ashes of paternal indig-
ton. She dug herself out, however, and
returned 10 the attack. The dampness
of a loving maiden's tears gradually
checked the blaze of his quite uncon-
sciously selfish fires. IL finally got them
under control and put them out. The old
gentleman at last consented, upon condi-
tions, but the conditions were almost as
bad as no consent at all.
'It's no use a talkin', SYM said he.
"You've ben TO Pennington an know
probly a great deal more'n any girl
oughter. They alters learn a great deal
more'n they oughter at a boardin' school.
But yer don't know anything like as much
as yer father, an We won't II We live ter be
1000 years old. tell ye I'm right about
this. / don't keer how much the Teller
says he loves yer. I want 20 know how
much gt up an cit he's got, 30 fight his
way and yourn through the world with.
Now git up an git In a man Is nothin' in
the world but Electricity. Lemme meas
ure his Electricity an then I'll tell yer
what ! think of him mighty quick"
"Oh, papal How absurd!'' protested
poor. perplexed and bothered Symmetry.
absurd notbin'. Amt life force and
Electricity the same thingp Amt the
nerves the finest Electrical conductors
KNOWN, an amt every one Of EN- insu-
batfh M ptIhttt - M ottdilN ttbitf ildlu Y
Herhert Spencer come round square toed
20 admit II, when first OF he wouldn't
hear 20 II ten years ago' I tell We I'm
right, Sym. I know I'm right. It's your
happiness I'm thinkin' Of, not mine.
Girls don't know nothin'. They know
little enough after they're married, but
before that they might as well be babes
On lace caps"
"But, papa, what Ia IL you want Doo-I
mean Mr.. Vellum-to dor
81 want him 20 wear silk underclothes
when he comes up here, an a silk mixed
suit. / guess they1 won't hurt him. I
wear 'em myself and they never hurt me.n
"But how can I write him such a thingf''
"You'il have 10 flgger hat out for your
self. You've been TO school enough, seems
90 ma" "
ooh, deari'' sighed Symmetry, as she
bent 10 her task And with many burn
SnQ bushes and not a few sobs she used up
q whole quire OF note paper before she
Iinally achieved the somewhat noncom-
INITIAL communication which found its
way 10 Mr.. Vellum's hands.
Mr.. vellum, however, was acquainted
with none OF these circumstances He
was as completely perplexed and aston
sshed rs a shad which had th%oughtlessly
migrated from the river up a wnter pipe
and found itself confronted by n bathtub
e entirely foreign TO It's plans. He puzzled
ever the letter all the afternoon. lie de-